Have a little fun
From Lord Of Utterdom
"How old are you?" you ask the girl, running your palm across her bare ass gently, feeling the tight young skin.
"Barely just fifteen sir. Working age," she says nervously. She seems to have sorted out that she'll be paying a bit differently than she expected. She doesn't quite look as if she's enjoying herself.
(Moral note: Historically this is well above an acceptable age for marriage and intercourse, and would not be considered as heinous as some are suggesting)
"I see," you say. "Well, count this as your punishment," you say.
She whinces as you:
